The Anderson intelligencer. [volume] (Anderson Court House, S.C.) 1860-1914, 1887-08-10


toeat: :to satisfy me-. Ahl tonnerrel what
rage I have sometimes been in, passing
by bakers ,shopl, Happily for mertat
such moments u always called to mind the
kind sister Of the asylum, who so often
advised me to be good; and would fancy
I felt the hestiof her little hand on -my
forehead. At last, at 18 years Of age, I
enlisted. You know as well as Il do that
the soldier has barely sufficient for his
wants. And now-it almost makes one
laugh-the siege and the famine. You see
Ispoke the truth when told you that I
had been always, always hungryP' %
The young duke had good heart and
on hearing this terrible plant uttered BY
a man Ike himself, by soldier whose
uniform made him his equal, he felt pro-
fonndly moved. It was even fortunate
foE hisreputatioHfor sangfroid as dandy,
that the evening wind dried, before they
fell, two tears which had gathered in his
eyes.
s.Jean Victor" he said, ceasing, in his
turn, by a delicate instinct, to address the
founding in the second person, "f you
and should survive this terrible war, we
shall see each other again, and / hope to
be Of service to you. But for the present,
as the only baker at the advanced posts is
the corporal in ordinary, and as my ration
-ef-bread Notwithstanding fOfs-Eny
tite, which is not a very robust one, it is
agreed, ds it not SSegYi1K share itae good
! scomradssr' sssg ssssss
The handgrasp the two young fnengave
| edch other was warm and close, and, as
they were worn out BY the guard duty and
sby night watches, they fe-entered thepar-
|, ler- of f.the.ina,-wher a dozen soldiers were
living on heap of straw on the floor, and,
throwing themselves down, side by side,
they were soon fast asleep.
Toward midnight Jean Victor awoke,
probably through hunger. The wind had
swept away the clouds from the face OF
( the heavens, and a moonbeam, penetrating
the room through hole in the. roof, IL
Illuminated the. charming blonde head OF
the Young duke, who looked like sleep
ing Endymion. Still under the influence
of the feeling aroused IN, his breast by the
kindness OF his coinrade, Jean Victor was
regarding him with naive admiration,
when the sergeant of the platoon opened
the door! and tcalled over the -namesS Suf!the
five men who were to relieve the sentinels
Of the advanced guard. The. duke was
one Of these, but he did not awaken at the
'!E|;;:l 81 III ]. l!la.El.;;1l...,:: a:
said Jean. Victor, rising to his feet, II
win: :mormtgrard sin ihis Plhce. He is SO
sound asleepSand he Is my comrade. +"
~tt AS AcpYil.Y sa~ ..s, n
stfe snoring Begsnahew.s s saS
Half an hour afterwards, however.
shots, rapid and close at hand, broke the
|. silence Of the night. In moment every
man was on his feet, the soldiers SAILED
forth from the inn with cautious foot.
steps each mans handfj the trigger OF
his gun, as he gazed sagerly down the
road that lay white in thoim0onlight.
ssBut what is the hour, them" asked
the duke. .'I was to mount guard to-
night .ss's u = - s,.5.ss.s.5. -.
7Jean Victor went IN your place, (" some
one answered him. e;tt''
At this moment a soldier was seen run.
ming up the road. asi
.WellY' they cried In questioning ac-
cents, when he stopped, out of breath.
ssThe Prussians have attacked us. We
are to fall back on the redoubt."
"And our comrades?'' 20
"They are coming all abut that poor
Jean Victor"-
ssWhat of him?" cried the duke.
ttKilled on the spot. by. a CANNON ball
He had not even time to say 'ouf!''
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ne.night last wintas ats about two in
the morning, the Duke de'Hardimont left
the club. in company with his neighbor,
the Count de Saulnes; he had just lost
some hundreds of louis, and he felt q
IF yousdo not object Andfs5" hs A
Ito his companion, 1--WE will walk home. 4
feel the need Of fresh air. y
Gas you please, my dear friend, although
the walking is not very good"
They dismissed their coupes, turned up
the collars of their great coats about their
ears, and walked on in the direction Of
the Madeleine Suddenly the duke stum-
bled against an object which he had struck
with the point Of his boot; it was large
crust of bread all soiled with mud. paA
Then,. to his astonishment, M. de Saul
mes saw the Duke de 'Hardimont pick up
the piece of. bread, wipe 1t carefully'with
his handkerchief embroidered with his
armorial bearings, and place it on one OF
the benches of the boulevard, in the full
glare Of gas lamp.
s'What is that you are doing'" said the
count, bursting into laugh. .-"Are you
mads"
:. ssIt is in jremennbrance of poor man
who gave his life for mine," responded
the duke, whose voice trembled slightly.
.Do not laugh, my dear count; youwill
pain.m il. You do so. Translated from
the French Of Francois Coppee for the
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